A thought, then, is sometimes a simple movement and sometimes an action of the soul.
March 21.
— Like those clocks that repeat the same hours twice.
... greater, stronger, more abundant than all the others, he will nevertheless make less agreeable works.
Leave your grave poetry its slow gait; little steps do not suit it.
Of poetic matter. that is, of luminous and sonorous matter, or at the very least of phosphorescent light. Or, if its substance is common, of matter cut, rounded, arranged as stone is in palaces, into doors, windows, columns, pilasters, capitals.
Of poetic matter — and that — it must be either transparent or sonorous, or artfully worked; that thus all matter can become poetic if it is cut, polished, and arranged as stone is in buildings that are beautiful. The poet can therefore build with air or metals, with phosphorus or sounds, with iron, with marble, even brick if he pleases, with clay, provided he has the talent to mold it well. He will always make a good work if he knows how to be a decorator in the details and an architect in the whole: for all the other arts must join with his.
A single beautiful sound is more beautiful than long speech.
Historical truths, — knowledge of them being little needed by the soul.
March 22.
Poetry of ideas.
Winter is more a time of piety. Religious festivals were therefore to be more numerous then.
— since there are only trees of this height. God having created us fitted to love what we were to see and having inspired in us tastes suited to the pleasures he destined for us. That is why one is right to say that art, to please us, must resemble nature. For it is toward loving nature that we are first disposed at birth. But, as we are destined also to love something more beautiful than what we have, art, to enchant us, needs both to recall to us the real nature in which we are and to make us perceive that other nature to come.
Apart from the range of sight, our taste for the length of perpendicular lines must not exceed the measure of, etc. (To reconsider.)
In place of those illnesses that attacked life, others [have] come that attack only health and happiness in us. With those, one lives infirm and feels both at once or alternately reasonable and capricious.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos